Luyện nghe bài hát The Tugboat Complex, Pt. 3

Aesop Rock - The Tugboat Pt. 3

I could make 'em all dance, or I could
I could with a limp and make your step feel incomplete
people are made of match sticks, is but a flame
note at the craftwork door the last smirk of the the Damien
my box siphon third rail juice from lost poets
inhabit ocean bottoms with a rotten scapegoat pardons (note to self)
don't bargain at parliament rallies
where participants squeeze your last giggle then whittle sacrificial
I can tie my new faces alone, your knee deep offerings
sorta bring puke coughing persona to light (I might)
build railroads, find you, and lay tracks adjacent
just to scream "fuck off" as the engine pulls out the
what should we do with a thousand drunken
"kill 'em all, their family address, release a mailer"

(dear sir or madam, son or daughter's embarrassed human kind
consuming booze and gut fuel, till cruised across the line)

I spin gold, your raps are lapsed
the nursery class act impression of a bubble
(yeah I could of more subtle when polluting paradise gene puddle)
man huddles make us look like cool peeps and I'm trying to sheep
towards the right {*c'ya* - 5X}
basic divine subsidiary bust center syllable logic, fold origami
plantation shut this fence
*TANGLED THROUGH your dream kitten, you'll probably never hear song
let alone sip the mission long enough to

(I smoke cigarettes down to filter, smoke the down to space
now I'm gonna roll this question tight and smoke that shit up in your
now if you were to alter masks every time circus approaches
do you really think your maker wouldn't *THINK ABOUT IT)

Okay, I've died a thousand, and die a thousand more,
I leave in fours, two for bi-peds, two more to break the door
practically the utterings of crushed by drudgery brothers and sisters
stickler cabin and madden shit
I'll fix the wing for a and a *PARABLE, yeah but this friendship
sunk with a barrel of ?? pull
I seen harbor bad shiners
then why the culprits sitting at the their rainbows ending
rocks bag liners
with out the apple seed useless (I sat for greed)
patched for boredom a castle out of toothpicks (I sat to breath)
I to hard nearly metamorph castle loose pins
now I stand to as not to disturb the*PLUMMAGE
and I know not a story, it no longer turns my stomach
hollering in the form of one frustrated culprit
but a tap full of washed up stardom melted trying to milk it
win a ticket to right white lines highway sideways melt it it
one love to the rungs in my ladder, one love to the of
laughter that hung from my rafters
see the jackal met the badger, were both such fucking bad asses
clashing wouldn't make sense (hence my tape deck)
now I ain't gonna name name's, and I gonna drag others in
but I ain't to say that I'm the only cat you got bubbling
your lucky, somehow you to befriend some good people
who will sit and the evils you secrete, but why? I'm not really sure

(knock the fuck off, his lip across the floor
'til the archival vinyl venom the lure
anti-clarity spit flattery burners
fusing a million murders then stole the crown)

oh wait right, you discovered me right?
offered up the pipe, and oh
It's all cotton candy Aesop Rock the B line
he's actin foolish in the middle of laying bricks
(oh we weren't building nothing but a great wall these stones and sticks)
oh and for the record I've rhyming since me and Andre thought we could freestyle
built foundation out of passion and dusty tasking
studied rappers, vocab expansion, poems and syllable placement
your just mad 'cause somewhere in you came and went (I ain't the type to dwell)
dismissed it as casually non compatible and
obtained status where I could straight objectively critique your projects like
(damn sounds fresh) or (damn that shit is garbage, what happened?
I'm not laughing)
yeah, but the were broken (you choked)
you made comments to the wrong ?? who out of respect and leaked your program
now like were both trying to sit and breath another so my advice
to you is when I say "move on" {*move on* - 5X}